Chapter 1739 If You Want to Marry, Marry the Girl I Like

Murong Zhihong's old face froze suddenly, his lifeless eyes were full of disbelief.

Murong Mian smiled: "Father, I know what you mean. You want to see me marry a wife and have children. I came back this time just to let you have no regrets."

Murong Zhihong and I, Murong Mian, tightened our hands suddenly, and our strength suddenly increased, "Who... who?"

Murong Mian's hand hurt a little from being held, this old man is so ill, it's really hard to imagine that he can still burst out with such strength.

He smiled, his face unchanged, and he still smiled slightly: "She is a good girl, you have to believe in your son's vision, and I will bring her to see you tomorrow, and you will definitely like her very much."

Murong Zhihong's complexion was already bad, and it suddenly became more ugly. He opened his mouth to pick up the fish that was thrown on the ground, and he opened his mouth, panting non-stop. Unfortunately, less air went in and more went out. , he tried hard: "No... no."

Murong Mian stretched out his hand to gently comfort him, "Father, what's the matter? Why not? Don't you want me to marry a girl you like? Didn't you say before that you just want to see me sooner so that you can settle down and continue to work for Murong Mian?" Incense? It's hard for me to meet a girl I like now, and you say no if you haven't seen her?"

The original Murong Mian was a sports-loving and adventurous person. Such a person usually has an uncertain temperament. Although he had two girlfriends, they didn't last long. Murong Zhihong had a very good relationship with his own son. Every time I said, I hope he can settle down soon, get married and inherit the family business.

He patted Murong Zhihong's hand and said, "Father, don't be in a hurry, okay? You can't be in a hurry with this body. When I bring her over tomorrow, you can at least take a look at her, okay?"

Murong Zhihong's face was ashen, and he congratulated Murong Mian's hand tightly: "No...you... want to marry... want to marry..."

Murong Mian didn't want to hear him finish, and said, "Father, I'm already married, maybe Mian Mian already has my child in her belly, I just don't want you to leave any regrets, I hope you can at least see Take a look at your grandson or granddaughter..."

Murong Zhihong opened his mouth, he could hear the dull sound when he breathed, his eyes kept rolling up, and all the data on the instrument next to him began to be disordered, "I...I..."

He really wanted to talk, but unfortunately he couldn't, so Murong Mian hurriedly rang the bell to call the doctor.

Soon, doctors and nurses ran over one after another, injected Murong Zhihong with injections, and rescued him before something serious happened.

Murong Mian said: "Father, rest well, I won't leave when I come back, I will come to accompany you every day..."

Murong Zhihong wanted to speak, but the injection given by the doctor just now had taken effect, so he couldn't hold on anymore and closed his eyes.

Murong Mian asked the doctor, "How is my father?"

The doctor hesitated for a while: "Master Randy, to say something bad, your father's health has always been very poor, we originally predicted that he would not live for three months, but he is very tenacious and has a strong will to survive, so, from Judging from the current situation, although it is not very good, it should still be able to last for a while."

The doctor was already trying his best to make it sound. Murong Zhihong's health was indeed poor, but he was rich, and he didn't want to die, so he was critically ill and rescued again and again.